She has an itty bitty kitchen but it's so nicely outfitted that it is easier to cook in than my big cluttered one.
Her hubby cooked the turkey on the grill. It smelled so good that for the first time in forever I was sorry to be an herbivore.
Pup had a great time romping in the fenced yard. She never sees traffic and was fascinated by the cars driving by.
The Mister and Son in Law did what most men do on Thanksgiving-complain about football. We missed Middle Son who opted to stay in Michigan. He was actually at the Detroit game. I think they won.
Without Middle Son, Daughter and I had to do the cooking for a change.
I am going to admit that I had a bit too much wine during the cooking process. I really enjoyed myself but I've been told I was a little too giggly. Ahem.
Dinner was delicious. Her stuffing turned out better than mine. I'm using her recipe next year.
Of course there was pie.
We had lots of pie.
Grandson ate pie and olives. He knows what he likes.
Then he kept us all thoroughly entertained by trying to figure out how to work the whipped cream can. He's at a wonderful age where every ordinary thing is an adventure. It's hard to believe he will only be two in a few weeks. I can't remember what holidays were like without him.
Today The Mister and I are heading over to Daughter's for dinner but last night we had plans of our own. At noon the dining table looked like this but that was about to change.
Since the kids all have places of their own now, they invite us over for dinner on the holidays. That's all well and good but what we miss more than a house full of kids for the holidays is a fridge full of leftovers.
Early Wednesday morning we took a trip to the store for our own dinner that would insure we had plenty to nibble and sip for days to come.
I must have my jello salad topped with mayo. It's been a tradition since I was a kid.
My china turkey joined us for dinner as did a begging pup. The Mister is no fan of turkey so he baked a ham and pup loves ham-mainly because we won't give her anything but the tiniest taste.
I did bake a tray of chicken thighs for the cats and dogs to share. The outside kitties were surprised to find such a feast on a cold night. I'm sure they snuggled in their warming huts with very full bellies which made me very thankful.
The man socks are done. Hurrah. Thanks to all of Daddio's recent medical misadventures, they were pretty painless but I'm still glad to have them behind me.
I haven't actually closed the official book on them though. Being man socks, I need to make sure they fit. Men are fussy that way. I am prepared to rip and re-do if need be.
I have a nice bit left over and I've got this wild idea to make some monster socks-as in Frankenstein, when I get a place open in the project queue. My leftover sock bin is overflowing and so is my imagination.
Look what The Mister brought home from the post office today.
These new forever stamps are too fabulous to use.
If you are as old as I am, you know who this is. If you aren't, you probably don't and that's too bad. You'll never see anyone like her on American Idol or even in the top ten today-that says a lot about us, now doesn't it?
Mr Turkey is coming along but I am pretty sure I won't have him finished by Thanksgiving. I doubt he will even be done by next Thanksgiving if I want to be honest.
Those leaves that I agonized over are coming out fine, color wise but I'm having trouble getting those loops to do what I want in tight spaces. I can't really cheat them the same way I do the big spaces.
My Zentangle supplies have dramatically multiplied which means I am still hooked.
I still spend a ridiculous time copying other people's tangles from You Tube or Pinterest. I'm pretty bad at it but I like having doodles in my head that I can use when I want. It's like being able to play a song on the guitar without sheet music in front of you. I know only one song on the guitar but I have quite a few tangles in my head.
I was feeling confidant enough that I envisioned making my own tangle Christmas cards. I've done and re-done the same design over and over hoping to get one right. I even got The Mister in on it.
I even made templates so that if I decide to do this I can crank them out with some speed but I doubt it's happening in spite of the fact that I already bought the blank note cards and envelopes. What I am tempted to do is to draw the outline or "string" as it's called in the Zentangle world and let my family and friends come up with their own tangles as fillers. Why should I have all the fun?